| I imagine long walks down the road
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| Things begin to bloom and the sky explodes
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| The damage is undone, and then I know
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| This has got to be a
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| Dream machines and luxuries don’t last
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| I took my sleep for granted in the past
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| And I woke up half-dead in the hourglass
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| Now, does that sound funny?
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| Wait, you’re almost there
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| It’s gone
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| You’re almost there
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| It’s gone
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| You’re almost where what follows you, does not bother you
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| I have walked the tightrope parts of me
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| Towed the line just far enough to see
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| Never found a gift I got for free
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| You pay for them dearly
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| I see my forever is one long night
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| If I can make it dark, I can make it light
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| I know that most of living done is done in the mind
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| Only thought survives
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| Wait, you’re almost there
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| It’s gone
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| You’re almost there
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| It’s gone
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| You’re almost where what follows you, does not bother you
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| Are you tired?
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| Are you uninspired?
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| Does the miscommunication try to eat you up inside?
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| And I am here, as you are here
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| And everything I want to know is
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| Sleeping in your ears!
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| Wait, you’re almost there; |
| it’s gone
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| You’re almost there; |
| it’s gone
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| You’re almost where what follows you, does not bother you
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| Wait, you’re almost there it’s gone
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| You’re almost there it’s gone
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| You’re almost where what follows you, does not… |